I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 29

　　 "How much is a dozen chickens?"

　　 "Seven hundred texts."

　　 Zhouyi touched a piece of silver from under the counter.

　　 "All the remaining money is made into fried chicken. Remember to buy some spices with different flavors. Make one portion with garlic and pepper flavor."

　　 "Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, I have studied in Dashun Zhai for five years, and the craftsmanship is guaranteed."

　　 Lao Zhou took the money and weighed it up, not to mention one, two, three, and five.

　　 A plate of fried chicken and a pot of wine are served.

　　Drinking, fried chicken, and reading are a great joy in life.

　　 Crispy flour, fragrant chicken, full of aroma, make the diners in the inn move their index fingers.

　　 No one can escape the true fragrance law of fried chicken!

　　 "It's so fragrant!"

　　 "The shopkeeper, what do you eat?"

　　 "It seems to be fried goods, isn't it on the menu"

　　 "Lao Zhou, do it quickly, or you won't come later."

　　 "The same is true for me!"

　　 The diners booed, Lao Zhou looked embarrassed.

　　Mr. Zhou only taught the practice of fried chicken in his family one hundred years ago on Friday.

　　 Now Mr. Zhou hasn't eaten enough, how can he take care of other people.

　　 On the one hand, he is the boss who treats you well, and on the other hand, he is the benefactor who teaches skills.

　　 Zhou Yi ate a few pieces of fried chicken, satisfied his heart, waved his hand and said, "Go make it for them, I don't eat fried chicken."

　　The fried chicken is very fragrant, and the taste is far less than that of pear blossom white.

　　 Zhouyi suddenly understood that Zhang Cheng was not drinking tea, but loneliness and nostalgia.

　　 Soon after, the second pot of fried chicken came out, and a large pot of chicken legs and chicken wings came up, and the fragrance floated outside the inn.

　　Lao Zhou first selected good-quality chicken drumsticks with different flavors, and gave Zhou Yi a taste first.

　　 I tasted the Zhouyi, and the taste is much better than just before: "It's done well, it seems that I also learned a lot in Dashun Zhai Qie Dun."

　　 "That's...hehe, I've seen too much and learned a little too."

　　 Old Zhou Fengren boasted that he studied under Dashun Zhai, eating at the inn was just ordinary people, and he was dumbfounded, unable to distinguish the true from the false.

　　 Zhou Yi smiled and said: "I told you the powder coating formula, don't tell anyone."

　　Daigan does not have a patent law. The practice of fried chicken has been thoroughly studied by sending a chef to eat it a few times.

　　 Lao Zhou nodded again and again: "That is, I have half my eyes open when I sleep now, and even the mother-in-law can't listen to my dreams!"

　　 "You are a single dog, and you don't have a mother-in-law."

　　 Zhouyi emphasized.

　　 Lao Zhou didn't understand what a single dog was. There was no wife in his thirties, so he can be called unfilial now.

　　 "Lao Zhou, this fried chicken is so fragrant, how much is one?"

　　 "Do you have a wife?"

"Yes, I have."

　　 "Two dollars apiece, I love to eat or not!"

　　 Zhouyi still underestimated the learning ability of ancient people, and underestimated the charm of fried chicken.

　　 In just three days, a group of professional diners came to the Tongfu Inn, eating fried chicken and vomiting.

　　 Some of them want to get something without eating. Try to get around to the back kitchen and look directly at the fried chicken recipe.

　　 Lao Zhou is instructed by Zhou Yi, and every time it is mixed and coated in advance, it is difficult to tell the mystery even if you peek at it.

　　 This little trick does not stop the Kyoto chefs. They know the basic principles of fried chicken, and they will soon be able to derive more than a dozen different flavors, some of which can surpass Lao Zhou fried chicken in terms of color and flavor.

　　 Lao Zhou does not need to compete with them, as long as he has a unique taste, it is enough to attract enough customers.

　　 Most things in the world are like this. You don't need to be your best, and you don't need to be liked by everyone, just keep your own characteristics.

　　 Just one month.

　　 The scent of fried chicken filled the city, which made Zhou Yi feel the oily smell of all the streets in advance. Even the peanuts that Zhang Cheng drank every day were replaced with fried chicken.

　　 Rumor has it that your majesty eats fried chicken today, and he praises it: I can't stop my tongue!

　　 For a time, fried chicken swept the city.

　　 It's late at night, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

　　 A stream of light fell into the Royal Palace of Huai, passing through the halls, as if entering the land of no one.

　　 The magical talisman formation in the mansion, the demon mirrors hanging around the door, and the immortal master sitting in the palace of Huaiwang were not found.

　　 Streaming light followed the scent, all the way to the Huaiwangfu kitchen.

　　The Imperial Kitchen in the Palace is making the royal secret fried chicken, which is researched by several chefs. During this period, a special formation is needed. The essence of eighteen precious medicinal materials such as Cordyceps antler and ginseng Ganoderma lucidum is refined into the fried chicken.

　　 The fragrance is mellow, and it can nourish the yin and nourish the yang, strengthen the body, and Jingtai emperor must order every meal.

　　 His Majesty heard that his grandnephew was in sickness, so he specially asked the royal chef to make it in the palace.

　　 "Is this the food of the human race? It smells good, even more fragrant than the thousand-year vermilion fruit!"

　　 The streamer fell on the kitchen beam. It turned out to be a seven or eight-year-old girl with a small cherry mouth and crooked eyebrows. Two croissant braids swayed with the sniffing.

　　 As Yu Chu turned his head and didn't pay attention, the magic light flashed, and a chicken wing was missing from the plate.

　　 "Woo woo woo, so good, good!"

　　 Yu Chu looked back at the plates and counted them carefully.

　　 "Huh? There are obviously eight chicken wings, why is one missing?"

　　 Fried chicken has been tried and tested, and it is found that the skin of the chicken wings is tight, the meat is bone-flavored, and the skin has a meaty taste, which is the most delicious.

　　 Imperial Kitchen only thought it was too late and was exhausted, and never suspected that there was a thief in the Palace of Huai.

　　 This is the Prince's Mansion of Dagan, one step away from the imperial palace. Not to mention the guards who patrol day and night, the imperial palace itself is full of restrictions, comparable to the Dragon's Den.

　　 It was not without a master before, visiting the palace at night, trying to prove his own strength, so as to make the world famous, until Guangming Emperor hung the corpse of the top martial arts master of the first rank outside the palace gate, and no one knew how to live or die.

　　 Great leaders can confine the land of the city, the gods of mountains and rivers, not by humanity and orthodoxy, but by solid force.

　　 "Singular is unlucky. Make another pair of wings."

　　 The royal cook knew that the royal family had many rules, and took a pair of chicken wings and fried them in flour.

　　 On the beam.

　　 The little girl is sucking her fingers, licking even the last bit of oily smell.

　　 "It's so delicious, grandma can't help it! Can't help it! Anyway, it's very simple, it will be done soon!"

　　 He waved his hand as he spoke, and all the chicken wings, chicken legs and chicken pieces that had been prepared in the UU Reading www.uukānshu.com kitchen flew up and fell into the jade bracelet on the wrist.

　　 Yu Chu looked at the hard-fried chicken, disappeared instantly, and was stunned. No matter how sluggish, he knew that something was weird, and was about to call the guard in the mansion, feeling a pain in the back of his head and fainted to the ground.

　　 "Woo woo woo, it's so delicious, but it's a pity that I can't catch it back."

　　 The little girl gnawed on the drumsticks, and once again turned into streamer and disappeared.

　　, following the imprint induction, landed in a gorgeous courtyard. It was late at night, and the maid on duty was dozing off.

　　 A strange fragrance wafted, and the maid fell asleep completely.

　　 "Hey hey hey, wake up wake up wake up."

　　The princess pregnant felt that someone was pushing herself, and she slowly woke up from her deep sleep, and she opened her eyes and saw a little girl who was gnawing on chicken bones, standing on her stomach.

　　 Emerald green shirt, short limbs, showing white forearms and legs, and jade ring silver bells on his wrists and ankles.

"Who are you!"

　　 Princess Huai got up subconsciously, and found that apart from being able to speak, she was confined all over her body.

　　 The little girl chuckles and chews all the bone slag, with a look of intoxication.

　　 "It's like Qingqiu Hu Jiuying, take the mother's order, and report Qiu for Hu Yue."

　　 Hu Jiuying's chicken bones in his mouth, her words are illegible, Princess Huai barely understands her meaning.

　　 Revenge!

　　 When thinking about the princess, it will trigger the alarm magic weapon in the body, and the immortal master will come in just a short time. No matter how powerful her fox demon is, her life will not escape.

　　 It's a pity that no matter how you drive it, the magical instruments in the body are as if dead, and they don't move.

　　 Hu Jiuying licked his lips, and then took out another chicken leg, as if eating fried chicken was the business.

　　 "You dug out Hu Yue's eye, start with the eye..."

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